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"Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup."
— Wendell Berry

Its so difficult to want to go out to take pictures when its so cold outside that your cheeks turn a bright berry red within minutes of contact with the harsh wind. But on I trudge and although it is cold to the point that my finger tips can't detect feeling, I love the chance for fresh, frigid air to fill my lungs for all my many thoughts to finally have a chance to run around freely in my head without the chance of someone stopping them for an answer or a conversation. Its cold and windy but I love it nonetheless.